Eleanor had never thought about killing herself – ever – but she thought a lot about stopping. Just running until she couldn’t run anymore. Jumping from something so high that she’d never hit the bottom.

With Attachments, my goal was to write a really good romantic comedy. I wanted the reader to be smiling throughout.

But there's nothing more profound than creating something out of nothing.

You don’t have to be the kind of beautiful that everyone can agree on. If the right person finds you beautiful, you win. You win forever.

The me that's me right now is yours. Always.

She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. "Cather..." Back up to his eyes. "You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?

You can park your snark at the gate, Omaha.